ALL of that eventful 19th of September, 1864, the men of Lieut. Bowersox's detachment were keyed up with the knowledge that they were heading straight for a desperate battle, and the main fear with Si, Shorty and the great majority was that they would not reach the field in time to take a hand in the affray. It seemed that never ran a locomotive at such a snail's pace as their engine was compelled to do over the wretched road bed and improvised1 bridges. The engineer, stimulated4 by the excitement and the urgent messages at every station, was doing his very best, but his engine was ditched once and narrowly escaped it a hundred times. The only curb5 to their impatience6 was the absolute knowledge that an attempt at faster running would result in not getting there in time at all.
At every stopping place news from the front was eagerly sought for and canvassed7. It was at all times aggressively meager8. All that could be learned was that the whole rebel army was out on the Chickamauga some miles from Chattanooga, and savagely9 attacking the union army to drive it away and recapture the town.
The news was generally very encouraging. Every attack of the rebels had been repulsed11, though our own loss had been heavy. But every man was needed. The rebel lines extended far beyond those of the union army in each direction, and still they had enough for heavy assaulting columns. Everybody in the neighborhood of Chattanooga had been ordered up, leaving only the meagerest possible guards for the trains and communications.
This increased the burning impatience of the boys to get where they could be of service. But it was far into the night when they finally skirted the frowning palisades of Lookout12 Mountain, and went into bivouac on the banks of Chattanooga Creek13. All of the squad14 wanted guns, and Si and Shorty had been desperately15 anxious to get them for them.
At the stopping places were squads16 of guards, men more or less sick, and men on detached duty. Whereever Si or Shorty's sharp search could find a gun not actually in use, or not likely to be, it was pretty sure, by some means or other, either openly or surreptitiously, to be gotten into the hands of one of the squad. In this way, by the time they arrived at Chattanooga, they had nearly half their men armed, and had given them some preliminary instruction in handling their guns. The Indianians needed little so far as loading and firing, for they were all natural marksmen, but to the Englishman and his Irish squad the musket17 was a thing of mystery and dread18.
"An' is that the goon for me?" said one of the Irishmen contemptuously, as Si proudly handed him a trusty Springfield he had found unwatched some where. "That fool thing wid a bore no bigger'n a gimlet hole? Fwhy, out in the ould country, when we go man-hunting, we take a goon wid a mouth like a funnel19, that ye can put a hat full av balls inter20. To the divil wid such a goon as this."
"Fix your mind on learnin' the kinks o' that gun, Barney," advised Shorty. "One ball from it put in the right place 'll do more than a hat full from your old Irish blunderbuss. A man that gits only one from it won't need nothin' more'n a head stone and his name crossed offen the roster21. Git a good squint22 at him through them sights, jest be low his belt, hold stiddy while you pull the trigger, and his name 'll be mud."
"But fwhere is the powdher to make the ball go?" persisted Barney, looking at the cartridge23 which Shorty had put in his hand.
"The powder is behind the ball in that paper bag," explained Shorty. "You tear the paper with your teeth this way, and pour the powder into the muzzle24."
"Fhat," said Barney contemptuously, surveying the cartridge. "There isn't enough powdher there to throw a ball as far as Oi can a pebble25. Fwhy, Oi used to put a whole handful o' powdher in the old blunderbuss. Oi wud do betther to whack26 a man wid a shillelah. And fwhere is the flint to stroike foire?"
"O, the flintlock's played out, you flannel-mouthed Irishman," said Shorty irritably27. "It's as out-of-date as a bow and arrer. This's a percussion-lock; don't you understand? This is a cap. You stick it right on this nipple, an' when the hammer goes down off goes your gun. Don't you see?"
"Well, you can say, maybe, an' maybe you can't But Oi can't. Take your old goon. Oi'll none avit.
"May the divil fly away wid it, an' wid you, too. Oi'd rather have a good shtick. Wid a shtick in me fist Oi'll take care of ony spalpeen fwhat'll stand up in front av me. But wid a fool goon loike that Oi'd be kilt at wance."
While Si and Shorty were still worrying about what to do for arms for the remainder of their men, they heard what seemed to be about a company marching toward them through the darkness.
"I suppose we had better stop here and stack our arms out of the way," they heard the officer say who seemed to be in command. "We've got an all-night's job before us, fixing up that bridge, and getting those wagons29 across. Stack arms, boys, and leave your belts and traps with them. There's lots of work down there for us."
They could see dimly the men obeying the orders, and going down the bank of the creek, where they started large fires to light them at their work.
"They have got a job ahead of 'em," remarked Shorty, looking in the direction of the fires.
"It'll take 'em all night and a large part o' tomorrow," said Si, significantly, as a thought entered his mind.
"Indeed it will," accorded Shorty, as the same idea occurred to him. "An' they won't need their guns. They're only pioneers, anyway."
"If they do," chimed in Si, "they kin10 pick up plenty more just as good around somewhere, when daylight comes. That's what pioneers is for."
"Si, you ketch on like a he snappin' turtle," said Shorty joyfully30. "We'll jest help ourselves to them guns and cartridge-boxes, and then move our camp over a little ways, and skeet out airly in the mornin' for the front, and we'll be all right. Don't say nothin' to the Lieutenant32 about it. He'll be all right, and approve of it, but he mustn't know anything of it officially. You git the men up and I'll go over and give the Lieutenant the wink33 and tell him that we've found a much better bivouac about a mile further on."
While the pioneers were struggling with their task, and the air down by the creek was filled with shouts and commands, Si and Shorty, with some of the others, quietly appropriated enough stands of arms to complete the equipment of their squad.
Shorty took much credit for his honesty and forbearance that he did not touch a single one of the pioneers' belongings34 but their arms. A little later the squad was in bivouac a mile away.
At the earliest dawn of Sept. 20 they were awake, and after a hasty breakfast moving out the Rossville road for the battlefield. Only an occasional shot from a nervous picket35, peering into the deep fog, or angry spatter from a squad of scouting36 cavalry37 disturbed the stillness of the beautiful Autumn morning. The bright rays of the level sun were bringing out the rich tints38 of the maples39 and dog woods on the mountain-sides in all their gorgeous richness. Nature was smiling so benignantly on every side that it needed the turmoil40 and rush in the winding41 roads to remind one that somewhere near men were in bitter contrast with her divine serenity42. But the roads were crowded with ammunition43 and ration44 wagons pushing out to the front, and with mounted officers and Orderlies making their way as rapidly as possible back and for ward28 with orders and messages.
Lieut. Bowersox left the road with his detachment and made his way across the fields, over ditches, ravines and creeks45, through the thickets46 and the brush, and at last came out on top of Missionary47 Ridge3 at the north side of Rossville Gap.
With eager eyes they scanned the landscape of billowy mountains and hills to the east and south.
A fog obscured all the lowlands, but far out columns of thin smoke rising lazily on the still air showed where 150,000 men were marshaling for bloody48 conflict.
"That Major I spoke49 to," said Lieut. Bowersox, as Si and Shorty looked anxiously in his face, "is on the corps50 staff, and he says the whole infernal Southern Confederacy is out there for blood. They jumped us yesterday like a pack of famished51 wolves. But Rosecrans had just got his army together in time, though some of the divisions had to march till their tongues were hanging out. All the boys were dead game, though, and they stood the rebels off everywhere in great shape. He hasn't the faintest idea where the 200th Ind. is. The divisions and brigades have been jumped around from one end of the line to the other till he has but little more idea where any regiment52 is than if it was in the moon. The only way for us is to make our way as fast as we can to the front, where they need every man, and trust to luck to find the regiment. We'll probably not find it, but we'll find a place where they need us badly."
"Le's go ahead, then," said Si firmly, "as fast as we can. We'd much rather be with the regiment, but we'll take whatever comes wherever it comes, and do our level best."
"I know you will, Sergeant53," answered the Lieutenant. "Take another look over your men. See that they've all cartridges54, and caution them to keep cool, stay together, whatever happens, and listen to orders."
Si felt a new and keener solicitude55 than he had ever before experienced. Hitherto his only thoughts were as to his own safety and to do himself credit in the discharge of his duty. Now he felt a heavy responsibility for every man in the detachment.
He walked slowly down the front of the line, and looked into every man's face. They appeared anxious but resolute56. The face of Wat Burnham, the Englishman, had settled into more of a bull-dog look than ever. The Irishmen seemed eager. Abel Waite, the boy on the left, was as excited as if a game of foot-ball was to come off. He called out:
"Say, Sergeant, I hain't got but 10 cartridges. Will that be enough?"
"It'll have to be enough for the present," answered Si. "Be careful of 'em. Don't waste none. Be sure o' your man, aim low, git under his belt, an' be careful to ketch your hind-sight before you pull the trigger. If we need more cartridges we'll have to find more somewhere."
From away beyond the green and yellow waves of hills came the crash of the reopened battle. The ripping noise of regiments57 firing by volley was hoarsely58 punctuated59 by the deep boom of the field-pieces.
"Attention, company! Forward March!" shout ed Lieut. Bowersox.
They swept down the mountain-side, over the next eminence60, and so onward61. At every crest62 that they raised the uproar63 of the battle became louder, the crash of musketry and the thunder of the can non more continuous. The roads were so filled with teams being urged forward or backward that they could not follow them, but had to make their way through the woods and occasional fields, only keeping such direction as would bring them quickest to some part of the stormy firing-line.
The Lieutenant and Si and Shorty tried to make themselves believe that the noise was receding64, showing that the rebels were being driven. At times it certainly was so, and then again it would burst out,
"Nearer, clearer, deadlier than before," and their hearts would sink again. A little past noon they came upon a hight, and there met a sight which, for the moment, froze their blood. To their right front the whole country was filled with men flying in the wildest confusion. All semblance65 of regimental order was lost in the awful turmoil. Cannon66, sometimes drawn67 by two or three horses, sometimes by only one, were plunging68 around amid the mob of infantrymen. Mounted officers were wildly galloping69 in all directions. Colors were carried to crests70 and ridges2, and for a moment groups of men would gather around them, only to melt again into the mob of fugitives71. From far behind came the yells of the exultant72 rebels, and a storm of shot and shell into the disorganized mass.
The boys' hearts sickened with the thought that the whole army was in utter rout73. For a minute or two they surveyed the appalling74 sight in speech less despair. Then a gleam of hope shot into Si's mind.
"Listen," he said; "the firing is heavier than ever over there toward the center and left, and you can see that men are goin' up instid o' runnin' away. It's Stone River over again. McCook's bin75 knocked to pieces, just as he always is, but old Pap Thomas is standing76 there like a lion, just as he did at Stone River, and he's holding Crittenden with him."
"You're right, Si," shouted the Lieutenant and Shorty. "Hip77, hip, hooray for the Army o' the Cumberland and old Pap Thomas!"
They deflected78 to the left, so as to avoid being tangled79 up in the mass of fugitives, and pushed forward more determinedly80, if possible, than ever. They kept edging to the right, for they wanted to reach Thomas's right as nearly as possible, as that was the natural position of their regiment.
Presently, on mounting a roll of the ground, they saw sloping down from them a few rods away, and running obliquely81 to their right, a small "deadening," made by the shiftless farmer for his scanty82 corn crop. A mob of fugitives flying through had trampled83 the stalks to the ground. Si and Shorty had seen some of them and yelled at them to come up and form on them, but the skedaddlers either would not or could not hear.
Beyond the "deadening" came a horde84 of pursuing rebels, firing and yelling like demons85. The sight and sound swelled86 the boys' hearts with the rage of battle.
"Lieutenant," suggested Si, "there's no need o' goin' any further just now for a fight. We can have just as nice a one right here as we can find anywhere. I move that we line up back here and wait for them rebels to come on, an' then git 'em on the flank with an enfilade that'll salivate 'em in a holy minute."
"The same idea has occurred to me," said the Lieutenant; "though I've felt all along that we should not be diverted by anything from making our way as fast as possible up to the main line. What do you think, Shorty?"
"My idee is to down a rebel whenever you git a good chance," said Shorty. "'Do the work nearest thy hand,' I once heard an old preacher say. Le's jump these hounds right here."
"All right," assented87 the Lieutenant quite willingly. "Form the men just back of the edge of the woods. Keep them out of sight, and caution them not to shoot till they get the order. We must wait till we get the rebels just right."
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Si and Shorty hurriedly posted the men behind trees and rocks, cautioned them to wait for orders, and fire low, and then stationed themselves, one at the right, and the other at the left of the irregular line. They had scarcely done so when the rebels came surging through the "deadening" in a torrent88. They were urged on by two mounted officers wear ing respectively the silver stars of a Colonel and a Major.
"The feller on the bay hoss's my meat," shouted Shorty from the left.
"All right," answered Si. "I'll take the chap on the roan."
"Wait a little," cautioned the Lieutenant. "We'll get more of them if you do. Now, let them have it. Ready Aim FIRE!"
Down went the Colonel and Major and fully31 50 of their men. The Indiana recruits might be green as to tactics, but they knew how to level a gun.
The startled rebels ceased yelling, and looked around in amazement89 in the direction whence the unexpected fire came. A few began firing that way, but the majority started to run back across the "deadening" to the sheltering woods. Groups gathered around the fallen officers to carry them back.
"Load as fast as you can, boys," commanded the Lieutenant. "That was a good one. Give them an other."
The young Irishmen were wild with excitement, and wanted to rush down and club the rebels, but the Lieutenant restrained them, though he could not get them to reload their guns. As Si was bringing down his gun he noticed the Englishman aiming at the groups about the officers.
"Don't shoot them. Fire at the others," Si called out, while he himself aimed at a man who was try ing to rally his comrades.
"W'y the bloody 'ell shouldn't Hi shoot them the same has the hothers?" snarled90 the Englishman, firing into the group. "They're all bloody rebels."
By the time the second round was fired the "deadening" was clear of all the rebels but those who had been struck. The others were re-forming on the knoll91 beyond, and a field-piece was hurried up to their assistance, which threw a shell over at the line.
"We had better move off," said the Lieutenant. "They're forming out there to take us in flank, and we can't hold them back. We have done all that we can here, and a mighty92 good job, too. We have saved a lot of our men and salted a good bagful of rebels. Attention! File left March!"
"That was a mighty good introduction for the boys," said Si to Shorty as they moved on through the woods. "They begin to see how the thing's done; and didn't they act splendidly? I'm proud of Injianny."
"Sergeant, didn't I do well?" asked Abel Waite, in the tone that he would have inquired of his teacher about a recitation. "I done just as you told me. I kep' my eye on the tall feller in front, who was wavin' his gun and yellin' at the rest to come on. I aimed just below his belt, an' he went down just like I've seen a beef when pap shot him."
"Good boy," said Si, patting him on the shoul der. "You're a soldier already."
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80 determinedly | |
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81 obliquely | |
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84 horde | |
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85 demons | |
n.恶人( demon的名词复数 );恶魔;精力过人的人;邪念 | |
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增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 ); 肿胀; (使)凸出; 充满(激情) | |
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88 torrent | |
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89 amazement | |
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90 snarled | |
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